Viola: [to Carlton] Oh, my goodness, aren't you handsome and looking less and less like your daddy every day. Carlton Banks: Ouch. Run for cover, Dad. William 'Will' Smith: Where is he gonna hide at?

Vivian Banks: You hurt my feelings the other day, saying I spoil my kids. Viola: I said meaner things to you when we were growing up, and you just took it. Seems living in California has made you real sensitive.

Vivian Banks: You know, Vi, I wish you could've told me before you let the gardener take the day off. Viola: Well, girl, it's the day before Thanksgiving. Vivian Banks: Well, it's a nice idea, but it's the same thing with telling Geoffrey not to clear the table. I just thought they would feel uncomfortable for taking orders from someone they don't know. Viola: Uh-huh, and they rather take orders from a seventeen-year-old boy? Vivian Banks: What do you mean? Viola: Well, honey, I don't mean to be critical, but I don't like what I saw today. Will's got a bunch of grown men running around doing all the work he should be doing. I haven't seen him lift a finger except to scratch his head. Vivian Banks: You're not being fair, Vi. Will works very hard at his homework. Viola: Back home, Will did his homework, mowed the lawn, raked the leaves, and cleared the table. I don't think a little work around the house is gonna interfere with his education. From what I see, all he's learning is how to be a rich kid. Vivian Banks: Philip and I just want Will to have the same advantages that our kids have. I mean, isn't that why you sent him out here? Viola: I sent him out here to stay out of trouble and get a good education, but, Vivian, I also taught that boy the value of hard work and I don't want him to lose that. All I know is the kids in this house are getting a free ride, a free ride in a fancy car, but I don't mean to be critical.